With every scratch, the carriage rocks.
I was on a pile of hemp bags, looking around at the view.
"Nice, horse. I'm dying for a carriage."
Long hyenas, well-maintained furrows.
Slightly long legs.
In my previous life, I happened to see enough on horse racing when I was appropriately turning channels on TV.
At that time I felt like eating a horse sting, but when I actually saw it, I still admired it.
Horses may be good in the next life.
When I stared at the horse, something hit my back.
Looking back, Meir was grabbing a hemp bag in both hands.
Maybe he threw a sack of hemp at me.
It's time for James to cry.
"That hair and eyes, they're Marlen, right? Why are you here?
"Uh... well, you're running away. It's a little bit unbitten by customs and values."
"Heh, you're with Meir. Meir ran away from home."
"Oh, my God, I've been traveling with Mr. James for so long."
I didn't think I could have runaways on the road.
Maybe he's trying to wake up in a runaway boom around here.
"No, it was about a week before Meir met James. I happened to be in Meir's village, so they took me there crying."
I answer that, waving the hemp bag Meir grabbed in my hand.
It's time to get it off your hands. I don't suppose you're going to throw it over here.
"Like the village custom wasn't right after all?
"Um, what can I do? Look, here."
Meir unloads the hemp bag on her right hand and shows her own forehead with her fingers.
"Meir was born of the Doom tribe, but if she doesn't have some kind of magic crystal on her forehead, it seems to be bad."
I remember.
Doom tribe, I've read about it in books.
It has two horns and features crystals on its forehead.
The book said that its nature was extremely troublesome, highly magical, belligerent and a brutal race that knew no additions or subtractions.
That means I'm curious and I'm in a lot of shape.
The book had a slightly worse impression, but that was probably the book of the period when the Dooms tried to attack the King's capital.
Five hundred years ago, the Doom tried to storm the Wang capital in small numbers after making a bold and invincible declaration of war, and the noise was supposedly safely cured when the top neck was taken on the road.
In short, he's an asshole in tune. Maybe, definitely with that perception.
I couldn't quite remember what race it was, but I guess it was because of the lack of forehead magic crystals that the characteristics didn't match.
"So, where did the guy who's supposed to be on Deco do it?
"She said her mother fell during pregnancy, so maybe that's when she peeled off"
"Can you peel that off!?
"Easy as it is. Because it peels off as easily as a sore lid, that. I'm proud of the Dooms, but no one spontaneously strips them off. Once you peel it off, it won't grow again for the rest of your life. Meir was born proud of her."
I thought it was a joke, but my face is serious.
I don't know, but the crystals on the Doom's forehead seem to be like quay sprouts.
It doesn't matter because there was something else, and it's easy to take, but it's still bad luck, like.
"So, well, Meir has been treated quite differently. If only from elsewhere, my father, my mother, and my brother still say that there is no stone in the matter of Meir. I want to tell you that you gave birth."
Saying, Meir hits the hemp bag in her hand with a goo.
Boov, the sound sounds all the time.
Hey, Mr. James, stop him, this guy.
The inner hemp bag will be torn.
"... so you decided to roll into Mr. James' carriage you passed by and run away?
"Is that the place to put it in fractures? He also said that the timing of Mere's birth was a little bad, and if she stayed here too long, she would suck. I grabbed my mother's whiskers and ran away."
Meir fingers the sachet from her own foothold. That seems to be the mother's whisker.
He's a floating guy for being harassed in the village since he was born.
…………
The customer doesn't seem to care much, but after all, I care a little.
What a return.
At least, I don't feel like I can say at this time, 'If you were about to let me marry my sister and she ran away, she'd have broken the vehicle'.
I kind of thought I was small.
Meir scratches her pompous head.
"... something, you're feeling heavy. It's over. It's over. It's more of a bright story, as Meir has decided to play in the city with her mother's whiskers."
Meir threw the sack of hemp in her hand over here.
I can't avoid it, so I'll take it by hand.
"Look, look! Throw it back."
I hesitated a little, but maybe I'm thinking of getting rid of the air that got heavier on Meir.
Let's keep it on here.
I threw the sack back.
"Whoa, it's a nice ball. By the way, why did Abel run away from home?
Meir throws again.
I catch it and throw it back. It's getting a little fun.
"No, well, I guess that's why it's called a difference in values"
Grab the hemp bag that's been thrown again.
I was just about to throw it back and the next hemp bag flew in again.
I lay my hands on it and add magic, killing the momentum of the hemp bag and dropping it forward.
"Well, if you don't want to tell me, I can't help it. It seems unlikely that the Marlens would leave the village alone without so much."
The speed of Meir's throwing hemp bags gradually increased.
I manage to kill the momentum with magic and drop it in front of me.
"What, my people seem so introverted from elsewhere?"
"No, because the Marlens were basically nervous and incapable of adapting, so they were rumored to die homesick and the worst when they left the settlement alone"
"Eh."
Are you vulnerable to cold and homesickness?
Marlen tribe, aren't you a little too weak both physically and mentally?
"There's a gap!
Meir swung and threw a hemp bag at me, confused.
"Ah! Dastardly, a little..."
The hemp bag hit my face and flew straight behind me.
It hurt plain.
"You fucked up. It's war from here. I'm going to let you go."
I take the wand out of my nose.
If you fly with wind magic, you're confident you can beat out 300 km/h with a hemp bag.
"Which way, which way. Just what I want."
or the carriage stopped.
James was looking back at me with cold eyes.
Shh, I'm sorry, I was just on track.
I'll get it now.